The last installment of the short. In the end... it was sad for me to write...
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Yeppers… more of this.. I just keep getting depressed here.
You Make Me Cry
Part 3
© MiSERY
Disclaimer: Dream on baby...its just fiction
You arrived home last night, and came to me. You slipped into my bed and whispered words of love. I smiled sleepily and was about to turn in your arms when you said her name. You pulled me close and kept repeating her name. Does it look like I'm her?! You kissed my neck and said, "I love you, Lita."
I almost sobbed when I heard you say those words. How could you say that? How can you mistake me for her? How can I just stay with you when you do these things to me? You purred and whispered, "I love you" again. You fell asleep and your arms loosed me.
I left last night because of you and everything. I can't handle the things you do to me. How can you stand yourself? I won't stand it anymore. I've packed and gone. You might be wondering where your breakfast is in the morning, but who cares? Make it yourself.
You might look around see drawers and the closets open, only because I wanted you to see that I'm gone. You'll look in the bathroom and see that I've trashed it. The curtains torn and dangling. The mirror shattered, pieces in the sink and on the floor. Careful where you step, baby. Ha-ha. What else do you have to see?
The toilet. Don't flush. I've overflowed it and shit will spill if you flush. The bathtub, oh ho the bathtub! Your precious bath oils and soap, your shaving cream, and your beautiful WWE belts… all in there. Have fun cleaning them out.
You might have some trouble finding your clothes, cause I burned them outside in the barbecue. You'll find a green bra and matching panties on my side of the bed. A hot pink skirt and a white blouse. Maybe your Lita can help you?
Your ring down in the basement… big badda boom. Your precious video tapes of your matches and gym equipment have been playing with my sledgehammer. Tisk-tisk. I know you'll love cleaning that up. Ha-ha.
Your huge flat screen television; busted! The couch has been de-stuffed. And lastly, your stupid teddy bear, Ruffles went down the kitchen sink. Chop-chop.
So, if you actually notice… I'm gone and out of your life.
Go move in with Lita because, well, frankly, your house needs a lot of work done. Oh, and tell her that you've been cheating on her with me, Trish Stratus.
- - - - - - - - -
I'm done with this little story. I've just been dumped again!… and part of the story was about him. I hate Friday the 13th, really I do.